Stories

So moving is one of my favorite things. It's one of the only opportunities you have to theoretically go through EVERYTHING you own and purge what is not necessary anymore to living life as you.

Moving encourages minimalism. It brings the sentiment out of you - mostly with things that spend 99% of their time at the bottom of box, but there is still always sentiment nonetheless. What I discovered after moving into my first REAL HOUSE away from my parents' a couple weeks ago is how much the whole process of packing, moving, and unpacking on your own makes you feel like you're growing into yourself just a little more.

But after moving yet again and spending days letting that weird feeling of real-life adulthood and responsibility stretch its legs a little bit inside my head, I realized that being an adult isn't necessarily the trip to the hardware store on a Sunday night to get a part for a broken toilet. It's not buying furniture. It's not calling the landlord or grocery shopping at midnight. (although grocery shopping at midnight is my favorite)

Being an adult is about growing within yourself when you might not appear to be growing on the outside anymore. It's about seeking knowledge and seeking it with reckless abandon. It's about being content to go places and see people and then go home by yourself. It's about seeking out those people who are working to better themselves, and pushing yourself to keep up with them.

"When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… To be alive is to be vulnerable." -Madeline L'Engle

Being an adult to me really comes down to the endless choices I'm presented with. Spend the money, don't spend the money. Watch way too much New Girl on netflix, read a book. Choose to compare myself to the people I admire, or learn to love myself in my desire to be like those beautiful people and strive from there.

It's a struggle waking up each day and being confronted with the greatness of the world, but we get to choose where we find our peace and our worth. Your worth is not something you have to start working for right when your eyes open in the morning. It's something freely given, and it's something simple. It's an adventure looking for that simplicity, and I wish you the best of luck with it.

"Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not be afraid; for you are worth more than many sparrows." -Luke 12:7